A Liar’s Wage

A liar’s wage? Who’s to say..the wages they have earned? From creations of their mind…

A Word

Give me a word. Any word. I shall make it my own. I will look at it… Pet it… Love it dearly… Then I shall give it a home.

Momma Sona

1991 She was a Rat Terrier. Lost, alone tied to the end of a rope… to her tagged collar. Being dragged to our house by my son. Called the number. Out of order. So she became… Momma Sona, Mamma Sita, Chocherona, Chocherita, Gomez, Perez, Hernandez, Rodriquez, Pena, Schmidt. She understood spanish.

Hocus-Pocus

Hocus……. Pocus….. It comes into focus.

Trailer Park Warning

Written May 20, 2010 . Those who know the rhythm… know the rhythm. For Justin Lovett. Don’t make me go! Don’t make me go! Don’t make me go.. Trailer park on ya!

Jolt

Written December 22, 2002 Sometimes…. I wonder why it takes a jolt of emotion, for me to write. Happiness…Sorrow…Loss…Gain… So many thoughts and words never hit paper. The best never recorded.

A Good Boy

Written February 22, 2003 He’s a good little boy. People never knew. He wanted to do the right thing. In time he’ll pull thru. Takin’ an no givin, makes for a shitty way of livin’ ;; but he’s a good boy. Broken dreams… not sure how, to go back and get what he needs […]

Mary Alice

Written December 7, 2011 What a graceful and beautiful lady ; You are. Ridden hard at times, you have sustained. To hold yourself, as you do… and continue on. Your meekness, your kindness and beauty; are immeasurable. Your creativity? What was it you said? “I want my home to be interesting to me.” You taught […]

The Coldness

Written December 8, 2011 The cold will cut through you. It will stand along the edges of your soul. Waiting… For… First chance to pierce. Cold is cold. This is what you are. It is December, now.

Lover’s Lullaby

October 30, 2004 Sometimes… When you lay asleep beside me. Slumber… I cannot find. I wonder where you came from? You walked away with me so easily. Like I was the one you were looking to find. The way you love me, I have never known. Weren’t where we were supposed to be. We weren’t […]